11月13日の日記

Cheesed.
It doesn’t think all are this year of me.
Oneself is all best， and important. Though I might be also so.
How is another good if I avoid it?
In this society， is it said it is selfish to make remarks?
It is in the dark where light is not hit.
It has already become tired.
It is not possible to understand by another life ..impossibility any further.. in what that doesn’t come each other.
It has not thought ..unpleasantness.. any longer ..understanding... I am hated. I don’t want to see its face all my life.
It is early and time is of ..passing...

I don’t want to go to that room.
I don’t want to see the face ‥ It might be really already useless.

Because my work doesn’t say very much either.
It understands and because the work of the lever was chosen， it has the boast.

I am though I merely want a word.
The tiredness externals were glad only to say.
Why will even can the print not be permitted?

It hardly borrowed whose hand， and it held out alone.
It is ? ..it not was.. even if it is thought that it is encompassed by all senses of relief that get over the big mountain， and I was serious.
The slip of paper and everyone who has a hard time and passed it to everyone might throw it away without reading everything anyway.
It was only one person that put the word of the appreciation.
Juniors understood more than synchronous and it existed. It is what?